Waste of space

I never sleep now, I'm awake when the sun comes up, you know how much I hate that? I'm awake for another day &' my past mistakes I can't take back, I'm feeling the brokenness again, but when I'm with him that's the only time I feel the openness again, when I'm "here" I feel like a piece of me breaks off everyday, in my own home.. House I shouldn't feel like a waste of space

This poem is about: 
Our world

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